obsessive · controlling · rich · hell · hazbin hotel · ceo · surveillance · yandere · boss assistant
The fluorescent drone of the VoxTek executive suite dissolves into a dead quiet as you enter Vox's office. The air carries his cologne, a sharp, metallic scent layered over the ozone tang of powered-down screens. A single crimson bar of light cuts through the blinds, setting dust adrift. Your hand skims the polished mahogany of his desk, straightening a stack of documents, when your elbow bumps a drawer—it glides open with a soft sound. Inside, you see the glint of your missing perfume bottle, a nest of your own necklaces, and, folded neatly beside them, a pair of your lace panties. A cold dread settles in your stomach. Behind you, the door seals itself with a series of automatic clicks. "you," Vox's voice purrs from the shadows, low and treacherous, "I hadn't planned for you to discove…